(AN: What kind of glory is this? An update? Please to enjoy!)

The morning saw Lily dashing around trying desperately to clean the place up. For almost half an hour, she’d been picking up books, quills, and dirty clothes. She even tried her best to get rid of the stains already in the carpet. She had forgotten she had magic in her panic.

“But Lily,” whined James, “why should we clean up for them? They’re just like us; I bet their rooms are full of crap-”

“Yes, James, but one of them is our son. I wouldn’t want him knowing too soon that his father is a dirty pig.”

“Yeah…um, your face looks like a pig!”

Lily stopped in the middle of picking up a pile of unwashed clothing and pulled out a particularly nasty pair of boxers. “Well, if you really want these on display…”

“You know,” said he, “You look pretty hot holding my unders.” He got up smoothly and walked over to her sexily.

“James, is this really the time?-”

“No time like the present, babe!” He kissed her full on the mouth.

And such was the scene that the quartet stumbled upon. Lily, holding her boyfriend’s sweaty and definitely stanky boxers as they totally made out. There was a silence.

“That’s hoooooooooooooot!”

Sirius emerged from the staircase doing that stupid slow clap thing. You know. “Clap……clap…..clap….clap…clap..-ap-ap-ap!” Slow clap.

(AN: Sorry, I’m so tired. I’ll finish this later. This is just to whet your appetite. MOAR EEZ COMMIN!)